[Fic] Playground Volume 1

[nilielh]

Title : Playground 3 - Meet the Parents
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Rating : G (for general adorableness, lol)
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Word count :  1080 words
Summary : AU. They’ve always been together, since they were children. Best friends. Doing things together, growing up together. Only one thing Ohno didn’t count on – falling in love with his best friend.

 

“I’m not going home with you!” Nino screamed, exasperated, fingers gripping the bento box Satoshi just handed him and contemplating between throwing him a punch if not for the fact that Satoshi still had his hand wrapped around Nino’s wrist and tugging Nino along with him. “Let go, argh!”

“But I already told my Mom that you’re –“ Ohno said, or at least started to say but he was effectively stopped in mid-sentence when he saw the younger boy scowled even more. “I.. I’m sorry,” he said, pausing to release the other boy’s hand as quickly as he had grabbed it, his eyes watering as if he had just committed the worst possible sin ever.

He looked up to see the younger boy’s expression soften, and it at least made him feel a whole lot better when he saw the corners of the younger boy’s mouth quirked into an easy smile, before he realized that the boy was reaching out to take his hand on his.

“Will you promise not to cry if I agree?” Nino said, barely missing a beat as Satoshi’s face broke into a smile that literally brightened the whole surrounding; he chuckled when Satoshi reached back and tugged him with.

“I wasn’t going to cry, really,” Satoshi said after a while, tightening his hold against Nino’s as they started walking back quietly. “I just – well, I promised my Mom and Dad I’d bring you home to meet them,”

Nino chuckled again. He didn’t really know what the hell was up with the older boy but he guessed it wouldn’t be half as bad as those kids trying to bully him everytime he went home from school. Besides, Satoshi always appeared with food in his hands whenever Nino felt like he’s going to die in starvation.

He tightened his grip against Satoshi’s fingers, allowed the younger boy to lead him forward, smelling the aroma of the lunch he’s gripping close to his chest with his other free hand.

“S-Satoshi?” he called out, taking the older boy’s attention back at him.

“Hmm?”

“Were you serious about, err, the thing you said a while ago? About, you know, taking me home to meet your Mom?”

Ohno’s eyes crinkled in glee. “Yes.”

Nino choked but at least able to hold his surprise in, biting on his lips to keep himself from spluttering.

“D-Does your mother know that I’m, you know, a boy?” he asked, wanting to clear things out before he went and ‘meet the parents’, feeling slightly silly at the thought.

Satoshi grinned and patted his hand with his other free hand.

“Of course,” he said, tugging Nino as Nino literally stumbled face first against Satoshi’s  back. “She knows you’re my tissue boy!”

“Your what?”

 

The other boy simply grinned.

+

Ohno-Mama stared him up and down (mostly down, since he’s just almost the height of her waist), an almost wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth that Nino couldn’t help but think about his own mother when she’s planning on feeding him raw vegetables for breakfast. He wanted to keep his head down but she had just told him not to, because she said she wanted to see him better.

“You’re sort of beautiful,” Ohno-Mama stated with a soft smile before crouching down to grab his son by the waist and pulling Satoshi close to her. “Isn’t that right, Toshi?”

“I told you, didn’t I?” Satoshi said, reaching over to take Nino’s hand in his and squeezing, letting go when Nino scowled prettily back at him. “but he’s got a sharp tongue, just like Nee-chan’s,”

Ohno-mama laughed boisterously. “Hmm, I bet he and your sister will hit it off like a rocket, I bet they’d be good friends!”

“E-Excuse me, do you really need me here for that? I m-mean, you can talk about me when I’m gone, but since I’m still here, don’t you think it’s a little rude to be –“

“Ah, Satoshi, you’re right! He’s really like your sister!” Ohno-mama exclaimed in glee as she stumbled forward to reach Nino and messed Nino’s hair like a puppy. Nino tried his very hard not to scowl back.

“Gee, thanks,” he muttered under his breath, quietly regretting going home with his accidental friend.

Satoshi giggled against his mother’s neck and Nino felt like flying to the door. But his stomach chose that moment to growl impatiently, thus startling Satoshi and his mother out of their giggling.

“Mom, I think Nino’s hungry,” Satoshi whispered against his mother’s ear, as if it was a big secret that he couldn’t let anybody hear. “Should we go to my room and eat?”

Nino felt all the hair in his body stood up on end, feeling slightly hysterical when Satoshi didn’t even as much as waited for his mother’s response and just opted on crossing the distance between them to take Nino’s hand back in his.

“Come, I’ll take you to my room,” Satoshi said.

Nino shook his head, kept shaking it as Satoshi’s mother giggled quietly to herself. Nino knew she was trying her hardest to be subtle about it, but the way she plastered her palm over her mouth as she stood up and watched her son dragged Nino towards the general direction of his room made the action entirely suspicious.

“No!” Nino exclaimed, tugging his hand back and looking the least affected that he nearly screamed bloody murder even when he was standing in (practically stranger’s) house. “I m-mean, I should probably head home. It’s late, and my Mom is probably tearing our whole street down looking for me, so, yeah.. I should go home,” he said.

Ohno-mama chose that moment to stop Nino from further hurting her son’s pride by standing next to them and taking Nino’s hand on hers, while Satoshi took a good hold of his other, gripping it close to his chest.

“Don’t be afraid, Ninomiya-kun,” Ohno-mama said, with her smile so sweet it made Nino’s insides churned. “Treat this house as your own from now on because I am pretty sure that Satoshi won’t let you go that easily. Besides, isn’t that how it’s supposed to be when you two decide to get married? Soon?”

Nino was sure that Ohno was beaming from head to toe, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes in return, quietly chastising himself. Then she grinned when Nino shook his head in apparent exasperation.

“But Ma’am, I’m just five years old! Are you sure you guys are okay?!”

Ohno-mama simply laughed.